The Russellville Democrat., 1887-12-14

wood that he carried: it was the trans gressions of the race, the anguish of the ages, the wrath of God. the sorrows of he'll the stupendous interests of an intending eternity. No wonder his back bent. No wonder the blood started from every pore. No won der that he crouched under torture that made the sun faint, and the everlasting hills tremblc, and the dead rush up in their winding-sheets ns he cried:
 If 1t be possible, let this cup pass from me.
 But the cup did not pass. None to com fort
 There he hangs, What has that hand done that it should be thus crushed in the palmg It has been healing the lame and wiping away tears. What has that foot been doing that it should be so lacerateds 1t has been going about doing good. Of what has the victim been guilty? Guilty of saving world. Tell me, ye heavens and earth, was there evar such another criminal2 Was there ever such crime? On that hill of carnage, that sunless day, amid those bowling rioters, may not your sins and mine have pershed? l believe it.
 Oh, the ransom has been paid. Those arms of Jesus were stretched out so wide that when be brought them together again they might embrace the world. Oh, that I might, out of the blossoms of the spring or tho flaming foliage of the autumn, make one wreath for my Lord! Oh that all the triumphal arches of the world could be swung in one gateway, where the King of Glory might come inl Oh that all the harps and trumpets and or gans of earthly music might in one anthem, speak His praisel
 Rrt WI at ryprp earthly NowarS fo Him who walketh amid the snow of the white lilies of Heavenl What were arches of earthly masonry to Him who hath about His throne a rainbow spun out of ever lasting sunshinel What were all earthly music to Him when the IA 900 on ono side, and the cherubim and seraphim and archangels stand on the other side, and all the space between is filled with the doxologies of eternal jubilee the hosanah of a redeemed earth, the hallelujah of unfailen angels, song after song rising about the throne of God and of the Lamb. In that pure, nigh place, let Him hear us. Stop harps of Heaven, that our poor cry may be heard. Oh,my Lord Jesus, it will not hurt Thee for one hour to step out from the shining throne. They will make it all up when Thou goest back again. Come hither, o blessed one, that we may kiss Thy feet. Our hearts, too long withheld, we now sur render to Thy keeping. When Thou goest back, tell it to all the immortals that the lost are found, and let Thy fathers house ring with the music and the dance.
 Thev have some old wine in Heaven, not used except is rare festivities. In this world those who are cccus toned to use wine on great occasions bfin2 out the wine and say: ''This vino is thirty years old," or ssforty years old.' But the wine If Heaven is more than eighteen centuries old. It was prepared at the time when Christ trod the wine press alone. When such grievous sinners as we come back, 1 methnks the chamberlain of Heaven cries out to the servants: "This is un- usual joyi Bring up from the vaults of Heaven that old wine. Fill all the tankards. Let all the white-robed guests drink to the immortal health of the Lord Almighty" There is joy in Heaven among the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth; and God grant that one may be you.
 Again, in order to have right heart it must be forgiving heart An old writer says: ITO render good for evil is God. like; good for good is man like; evil for good devil-like.v Which of these natures have we? Christ will have nothing to do with us as long as we keep any old grudge. We have all been cheated and lied about. ,ere are people who dislike us so much that if we should come down to poverty and dis grace, they would say, "Good for him !! Didn't tell you so?" They never have un- derstood us, and never will. They do not understand us Unsanctified human nature says "Wait till you get good crack at him, and when at last you find him in tight place, give it to him. Flay him alive. No quarter Leave not rag of reputation. Jump on him with both feet. Pay him in his own coiu--sarcasm sarcasm, scorn for scorn, abuse for abuse.n
 But, my friends, that is not the right kind of heart. No man ever did so mean a thing toward us as we have done toward God. And if we can not forgive others, how can we expect God to forgive us? Thousands of men have been kept out of Heaven by an unforgiving heart.
 Here Is some ono who says: q will for give that man the wr~s he did me about that house and lot; 1 will forgive that man who overreached ma in a bargain; will forgive that man who sold me shoddy overcoat; I for give them-all but one. That man l can not forgive. The viliain--I can hardly keep my hands off of him. If my going to Heaven depends on my forgiving him, then | will stay out" Wrong feeiingi If e man lie to me once I am not called to trust him ngain. If man betray me once 1 am not called to put confidence in him again. But would have no rest if could not offer sincere prayer for the temporal and everlasting welfare of all men, whatever msannesses and outrages they have inflicted upon me. If you want to get your heart right, strike a match and burn up all your old grudges and blow the ashes away.
 If you forgive not men their trespasses. neither win your Heavenly Father forgive you your trespakses.
 An old Christian black woman was going along the streets of New York with basket of apples that she had for sale. A rough sailor ran against her and upset the basket, and stood back, expecting to hear her scold frightfully; but she stopped down and picked up the apples, and said: "Ciod forgive you, my son, as do." The Sd iioi saw the mcanness of what he had done, and felt in bis pocket for his money, and insisted that she should take 1t all. Though she was black, he called her mother and said; Forgive me, moth CT; I will never do any thing so mean again" An there K power in for giving spirit Co overcome all hardness. There Is no way of eonquering men like that of bestowing upon them your pardon, whether they will accept it or not
 Again. a right heart is an expectant heart. it is a poor business to be building castles in the air. Enjoy what you have now. Don't spoil your comfort in the small house because you expect larger one. Don't fret Abont your Income whom it is three or four dollars per day, because you expect to have after awhile ten dol- lars per day; Or ten thousand dollars e year because you expect it Co be twenty thousand dollars a year. But about heavenly things. the more we think the better. Those castles are not iu The ar, bat on ths hiils, aud we have deed of them in our posses